“It was all his idea!” she cried, pointing at Vance.

“All of it, it was him!”

Vance spun toward her.

“My idea?

You registered Horizon Vital!

You’re the one who said we needed more capital, you insisted, you said Daniel would pay for everything while we set up the house in Florida—” And there, in front of a hundred guests, the two of them turned on each other and finished, with their own mouths, the demolition I had only started, each of them confirming every fact I had laid out in their frantic hurry to pin it on the other.